The First Thousand and Twenty Chapters of the Wandering Cat (2)

Vladimir did not feel frustrated because of the failure, but became more frustrated and courageous. Then he widened his eyes and looked for the next target on the street.

It seriously reflected on the failure just now, and thought of the sentence that the girl said-it is better to have plenty of time, not to be as poor as me.

It seems quite reasonable.

It recalls the customers who walk into the pet store, and excludes those little kids who come with their parents, and then excludes Famous movie fans and customers who obviously just watch but don’t buy. Most of the customers who really pay have the same characteristics. The characteristic of - it seems that the economy is relatively loose, and there is a leeway between the expressions, it does not seem to be rushing back and forth, in other words, rich and leisure.

It made up its mind and said confidently to the yellow and white kitten: "Little devil! Keep up your spirits! It will be fine next time!"

The yellow-and-white kitten seemed indifferent.

Vladimir carefully observed the comings and goings, and soon noticed a suitable target.

It was a very fat young man, about the same age as Zhang Zian, a little shorter than him, but more than twice his width.

The man held a large supermarket plastic bag in his left hand, which was full of various puffed food and instant food, and a large bottle of Coke under his arm, which he took out for a sip after walking a few steps.

Even though the weather was still cool at night, he put on a short-sleeved sweatshirt and knee-length shorts early, with a pair of flip-flops on his feet, and an off-white baseball cap on his head. On the front was inexplicably written "platelet "The three words seemed to be written by him himself. The handwriting was crooked and uglier than Zhang Zian's.

What's the use of wearing a hat in the evening at the turn of spring and summer? Neither shade nor cold.

Could it be... his name is "platelet"? In order to save the trouble of self-introduction, so put your name on your head?

This actually makes sense.

He walked very slowly, even the yellow-and-white kitten was faster than him, staring down at the phone from time to time, making a disgusting "hoo hoo hee hee" laugh.

"belch--"

He hiccupped long and loudly as if no one else was there, and then took another big gulp of Coke, causing the young girls passing by to cover their noses and hide away.

Vladimir felt that this person was a bit strange, but he met the standard of "rich and leisure". If he can raise himself so fat, it shouldn't be a problem to raise another kitten, right?

"Go! It's your turn this time! Imitate what I did just now and show off in front of him. He will definitely take you home when he's happy." It pushed the yellow and white kitten.

The yellow-and-white kitten was reluctant, and after being prodded by it several times, it slowly ran to the "platelet", and Gu Lu lay down on the ground, then rolled again.

However, "Platelet" paid too much attention to the mobile phone, and didn't even notice that there was an extra kitten under his feet. He was about to lift a size 44 flip flop and step on the yellow and white kitten.

Vladimir quickly judged whether to knock the "platelet" away with an iron fist or remove the yellow and white kitten from under his feet, and finally chose the latter-if he was sent to the hospital, he would not be able to keep cats.

With sharp eyes and quick claws, it picked up the yellow and white kitten by the back of its neck and dragged it a few steps away, avoiding his flip-flops, and said solemnly: "Stop!"

"Platelet" was skillfully posting barrage, when he heard a cat meowing suddenly, he put down his phone in surprise, and saw two cats in front of him.

Due to the closeness, Vladimir smelled a strong smell of sweat from him, as if he hadn't bathed or changed his clothes for several days, but he didn't have time to care about these details at this time, and it was time to sell the yellow and white kitten. .

It pushes the yellow and white kitten, which means: start your performance.

The yellow-and-white kitten imitated its previous appearance, lying on the ground with its belly exposed. Although the imitation was not very good, Vladimir thought it was okay.

I thought that "Platelet" would exclaim "Wow! So cute" like the girl just now, and then take the yellow and white kitten home logically, but he just glanced at it lightly, and then took a step sideways.

Moving on, he took another swig of Coca-Cola from his armpit, and swipe a barrage on his phone—"Death penalty is worth it!"

Vladimir: "..."

what happened?

Could it be that he doesn't like cats, or that he doesn't like kittens that are too small?

Among the customers who enter the pet store and are willing to pay for their pets, a considerable number of them come for the dog. Compared with the cold cat, they prefer the loyalty and high interaction of the dog, and would rather spend time going out every day walk the dog.

So, this "platelet" is also a dog party, and has no feeling for cats?

Vladimir felt that it was not good to force others to be difficult. If he really didn't like cats, there was no need to force him to take the yellow and white kitten home, otherwise the yellow and white kitten would not be happy.

However, it has to be verified, does this person not like cats or yellow and white kittens?

So it ran two steps quickly, blocked in front of him again, and said, "Wait a minute!"

"Platelet" lowered his head and said a barrage, and heard a meow coming from the front, and couldn't help frowning in boredom.

"So what? Is this cat going to end? Why is it entangled with me?" He stared at the blue cat in front of him indifferently.

Vladimir rolled and acted cutely, this time more skillfully than last time, and then stared at him expectantly.

Impatientness was written on the face of "platelet" with excessive oil secretion, and he said to himself: "Is this cat hungry?"

He took out a bag of potato chips from the supermarket shopping bag, tore open the mouth with a bang, grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them a few times, and threw the bag of potato chips on the ground reluctantly. "Eat it when you're hungry, my favorite flavor of barbecue."

The bag fell to the ground with a bang, and a few potato chips were shaken out of the gap, lying quietly on the ground.

It's not that he deliberately showed contempt, but that he was too fat to bend down...

The yellow-and-white kitten smelled the strong smell of barbecue, trotted over, lowered its head and sniffed the dusty potato chips, stretched out its small tongue to lick it into its mouth, almost at the same time its tongue touched the potato chips, its body left He rose from the ground, and was pulled aside by Vladimir by the back of his neck.

Although Vladimir himself doesn't need to eat, but in these days in the pet store, he also knows what cats should eat and what they should not eat. Potato chips are obviously on the list of things cats should not eat.

What's the matter with this man? Feed the cat with potato chips? On purpose or because he didn't know?

Among the customers who came to the pet store, quite a few of them didn't know much about pets, and they always asked Zhang Zian to tell them some common sense about keeping pets. Some of them thought that cats could eat anything, and they could even feed themselves with leftovers. —It simply lowered the cat to the level of a dog!

However, if he knows that cats can't eat potato chips, but deliberately feeds them like this... then it can only show that he has a tendency to abuse cats and is a potential class enemy.

Treat comrades as warm as spring; treat work as hot as summer; treat individualism as autumn wind sweeps fallen leaves; treat enemies as cruel and ruthless as severe winter!

Thinking of this, Vladimir's eyes turned cold.

It may be the reason why he has been helping Fina to train the three cats guard of honor in recent days. It has unknowingly infected some of Fina's small movements, such as the eyes that Fina always used to look down on Zhang Zian. At this time, it unconsciously used something like stared at the man.

Snapped!

Boom!

The supermarket plastic bag full of junk food and the large bottle of Coke fell to the ground almost at the same time. Fortunately, the cap of the Coke bottle was screwed on, so there was no splash of Coke everywhere.

"Platelet" stared at Vladimir dumbfounded, his already red face suddenly flushed with blood, turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

Vladimir was taken aback instead, what happened to this man? Sick?

"Platelet" twitched with excitement. Regardless of the surprised gazes of others, he knelt down on the ground with a thump, walked up to Vladimir, opened his eyes and shouted strangely: "Quick! Stare at me again with the eyes just now!"

Vladimir: "..."

what happened? Obviously, Zhang Zian seemed helpless when he was stared at by the same eyes, why did this person feel as excited as if he was shot when he was stared at?

And it always finds him disgusting like this, and it doesn't know why.

"Platelet" clasped his hands together and begged, "Please! Stare at me again with the same eyes you just saw! Let me do whatever I want, even buy you canned cat food every day!"

Vladimir took a few steps back speechlessly, and pulled the yellow and white kitten back a few steps. Although the person in front of him did not appear to be dangerous in the conventional sense, it always seemed that something in his mind was broken, and he might do something that was not dangerous but disgusting.

"Platelet" seemed to regard the onlookers as air, lay down on the ground in public, patted his trembling chest and said to Vladimir: "I heard that cats like to step on milk? Come on, step on me." Come step on my tits! Step on it hard! The harder the better! It’s best to use the contemptuous look in your eyes when you step on it!”

Someone next to him kindly asked him if he was sick and tried to pull him up, and someone wanted to call an ambulance for him, but he pushed them away, and kept staring at Vladimir with a strange smile.

If Vladimir could sweat, it must be in cold sweat at this time.

Even if it faced the cat god statue alone, it probably didn't feel the uneasy feeling it has now.

What a terrible enemy!

Sure enough, at night, all kinds of ghosts and ghosts appeared.

Although it is very confident that it can knock him away with an iron fist, it always feels that if it hits him, it may be right in his arms...

If he can understand it, it wants to tell him that if you like the look in the eyes just now, you can go to the Qiyuan pet shop on Zhonghua Road. There is a cat there that can satisfy his requirements as much as you want, and maybe you can give him an extra cat. Ton cat claw skin.

"No matter, retreat strategically first!"

It took the yellow and white kitten and ran into the green belt on the side of the road in a hurry, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.